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My 30 Photographs Documenting Daily Life Amidst San Francisco’s Residents And Workers
I am Joe Quintana, a California-based photographer. I hold a BFA in Photography from the Art Institute of San Francisco and an MFA from Stanford University.
For more than 10 years straight, I photographed in the streets of San Francisco where I lived and worked at the time. What I have to share is my personal exploitation of images of living day-to-day with the people who live and work in the city.
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My journey as a photographer began when I viewed B&W and color glamour photos from all the early magazines of the late 1960s, mostly from Look, Time, Vogue, and Life magazines. It was an art form and an environment that I would have loved to be a part of. But, the decisive moment that pushed me in the direction of photography was glancing at a photograph by Garry Winogrand that was featured in a Life Magazine article. I was completely amazed at how he was able to combine the complexities and the realities of human nature and combine the aesthetics of form and content in a single image. Then and there I thought to myself, where do I start, and how do I pursue a life in photography?
This is a scene I think everyone would be familiar with, no matter where they come from :)
My wife and I walked out of a hardware store on Castro a few years ago with our daughter. A chubby man was strolling by with a knit doily on his crotch. That was his only clothing.
Before I begin the day I think of the neighborhood I want to explore that day and go from there. I kind of start off slowly in my approach, sort of like a baseball pitcher warming up, and slowly intensify as I walk through the neighborhood streets.
When I began photographing, I usually took a few photos just to get a feel of the people and environment around me and then pushed myself to focus on what I think would make a good image and what a particular subject may look like after I photograph them. The subjects that attracted me the most were the people who stood out the most in the situation (environment) they were in at the time, their character, and their uniqueness. Every day was always an exploration of humanity and a learning experience, and that for me was always exhilarating.
The most challenging part of my creative process was the capacity to control my mental courage that I had to overcome when lifting my camera to my eye and photographing a complete stranger and being vulnerable to their responses. There are times I asked for permission and most of the time I couldn’t because that moment would have passed away and lost forever. The challenge was to know when to ask and when to not to ask. Sometimes I failed and other times I overcame the challenges with success. Sometimes I would just photograph just to get a feel for the people's response, which helped me build up my confidence to really start to move closer and closer to my subjects without drawing attention to myself in the process. Achieving my goals at the end of the day made me proud of myself and gave me the confidence I needed to continue my art form as a photographer.
What makes me passionate about street photography is the ability to stop and document a single frame of time and unify it with a form of aesthetics of my personal vision. I find my photographs to be a memory that will eventually be lost in time of who we are as a people, our individuality, character, and our experience of being human at this particular place in time in history as I was a part of.
Here we go go go go! On an adventure! The thingamajiger is up and awaaaaay!
GPS guided tours. These little vehicles are great for the more adventurous.
You would? Better do it before rigor mortis sets in.
Load More Replies...I think every single photo here is taken in my hometown, San Francisco. From the Sister of Perpetual Indulgence to the leather boy with the mask to the surfers in Outer Sunset to the annoying tourist go-karts. To stop and notice the individuality is nice, especially given how much the city has changed due to tech bros on one end of the spectrum and the opioid/unhoused crisis on the other. It’s nice to be reminded to find the beauty of the uniqueness that still thrives within all the ugly noise.
Love the pics, but disagree w/the title. These are all images of individualism, not of solitude. It makes me all nostalgic of NYC (although the streets of SF have a lot more surfers & a lot less yuppies). I find it very rewarding to live in a country where no matter how unusual, different, weird or extreme we are, we're not alone & sooner or later we find "our people". Maybe not in our blood families or hometown, but they're out there. Yay! I celebrate you all, you beautiful weirdoes. And yes, I'm one too. Double yay! \\( ❛ ͜ʖ ❛ )//
I miss living in San Francisco so much. I lived there for over 40 years and had to move because my ex-husband started stalking me. My dream of dreams is to finally be able to move back.
I think every single photo here is taken in my hometown, San Francisco. From the Sister of Perpetual Indulgence to the leather boy with the mask to the surfers in Outer Sunset to the annoying tourist go-karts. To stop and notice the individuality is nice, especially given how much the city has changed due to tech bros on one end of the spectrum and the opioid/unhoused crisis on the other. It’s nice to be reminded to find the beauty of the uniqueness that still thrives within all the ugly noise.
Love the pics, but disagree w/the title. These are all images of individualism, not of solitude. It makes me all nostalgic of NYC (although the streets of SF have a lot more surfers & a lot less yuppies). I find it very rewarding to live in a country where no matter how unusual, different, weird or extreme we are, we're not alone & sooner or later we find "our people". Maybe not in our blood families or hometown, but they're out there. Yay! I celebrate you all, you beautiful weirdoes. And yes, I'm one too. Double yay! \\( ❛ ͜ʖ ❛ )//
I miss living in San Francisco so much. I lived there for over 40 years and had to move because my ex-husband started stalking me. My dream of dreams is to finally be able to move back.